"Are you not yet satisfied?"
"Really, I have a good appetite this morning," nodded Larsagny.
"Do you know how your phenomenal appetite appears to me?" asked Carmen, laughing.
"No. What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean that you must have been starving at one time, and since then you always feel greedy."
Larsagny shuddered and his brow contracted.
"Do not speak of such things; I cannot bear it," he said, with a frown.
"Why not? Not every one comes to the world as a millionnaire. I, for instance, as a child, have suffered more than once from hunger, and—"
"Carmen, be silent," said the banker, sternly; "you'll spoil my appetite if you talk so."